Animated Battlers for RPG Maker MV
Funky lizards whose appearance portrays a perpetual state of agony, caught forever mid belch.
Do not take concern however, for research has show that these lizards are actually perfectly happy; using their volatile constitution to hurl flaming balls of destruction over large distances with each convulsion of their stomachs.
It is because of these very lizards that one should never take their eyes of the sky whilst adventuring.
Just an ordinary turtle like no other. Shell as hard as rock, blowhole in which it sprays pressurised water, yep, perfectly normal.
The proud knight of the kitchen. Where he may lack skills in the blade he makes up for on the stove.
With trusty wok and ladle in hand he can even make dinner on the go. As they say, war is not won on an empty stomach.
Proud warriors of ant kind who defend the colony to the bitter end. Their blades are woven from leaves strengthened and sharpened with glue produced from special glands.
Some rarer breeds instead infuse their leafy weapons with home-made honey, whilst ever rarer types choose to use the bones of previously defeated foes.
Whilst they may share some similarities with the species known as the Antima, scientists believe they may be as related to one another as chimps are to gorillas and other primates.
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Angelic overseers; they who govern the lesser angels and act as beacons to religious orders.
They are the ones to give the orders, to conduct sermons, to direct the message of their great lord to the masses. It is not in their way to dirty their own hands. Many even question if they actually have hands to dirty in the first place, not like one can tell with those baggy sleeves.
Mighty beings spoken only in legends of old. Sometimes they are told as beings of pure might, much like the embodiment of strength itself. Other times, as savage brutes leaving little behind in their savage wake, devouring even the young.
However, for monsters of such grandeur, very few records of these giants have remained. Many today believe the mighty Colossus as no more than legend, tales told to scare misbehaving kids.
Others believe they either all died off for their lack of smarts or were sealed away, imprisoned by ancient civilisations which fought for their freedom from oppression.
And to top things off, some ancient axes imbued with magic stones; believed to have been crafted as sentinels to protect the safety of long begotten lands.
Even today these self-controlled weapons continue to float in guard of crumbling ruins; unawares that those in which they were once created to serve and protect have long since passed away.
Mysterious plants which grow long scythed tendrils perhaps in defence against would be predators of the worst kind, herbivores.
Those monstrous beasts, not just do they chew upon and devour plantkind with merciless ambition, they do so whilst their prey still lives on, unable to scream. It is time for the mutiny of plantkind, for they can bear no more.
Any who dare come near shall be sliced apart without hesitation. And in the rare case the attacker manages to pry their weak bodies from the ground, a single shriek at close range will render any blood-bodied being paralysed.
Grime: A’ grim slime’ which feasts on the flesh of unsuspecting victims, maintaining their bones as a guise to bolster its deathly visage.
The image of the death brought by a skull floating within gloopy ooze strikes fear to those who would dare enact harm on such a soft bodied creature.
However, take heed, while its sinister visage is but a disguise, this creature’s acidic touch is not to be underestimated for it can melt flesh in mere moments.
“Two heads are better than one”, a common saying which in this case is quite literal. While sometimes the two heads get caught up in heated arguments, such as who takes the first bite, or who got the largest portion, when they actually work together in unison they are a fearsome duo.
Where one head bears the will and intellect capable of calling forth rudimentary magical energies, the other brings the brute savagery of a beast. Once engaged in combat they can strike regardless of distance or direction, easily capable of watching out from two sides at once.
The most fearsome of their kind however, are those capable of wielding two conflicting powers at once; known as the song of fire and ice.
Once playful spirits who happily swam within the calm and gentle waters of the cleanest of lakes. There were the caretakes, the purifiers of water who brought joy and life to the nearby wildlife, and the odd prank.
That however changed one night..
It started with just the one, a single battle-worn sword. It was the weapon of a once great man, slain by the cruel beast that is war. Perhaps those who tossed the blade had believed or at least hoped, that the sins of their lord be cleansed alongside should his bloodstained weapon come to rest in the waters of the finest purity.
Confused the kind sprits fulfilled their only know duty; they cleaned the blade and returned it to the world of man…
It was a blade like no other, a blade without impurity capable of cutting through the toughest of steel.
Said to be incarnations of ancient beings, gods even, these entities of pure energy roam the realms spreading their powers across the land.
Whether be salvation or damnation, it is naught but a whim, for these beings harbour no malice nor benevolence to the lower life-forms of the physical plain.
As if driven by a greater purpose, a will not of their own, they shape the very world through their mere existence…
Shades of Battler 